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You're Shit At Guitar (But You Sing Like A Fucking Angel)

(Note the fact that this is COMPLETELY AU and Sam and I live nowhere near each other.)

Anxiously gnawing on her lip, Sam tapped her Converse-clad foot against the wall her back was pressed up against. Thoughts raced in her 15-year-old mind, mostly frightening thoughts about Ash cheating or something. She knew that the younger girl would never do such a thing, though, and that gave the taller girl some sort of relief. Still, Ash was worrying her. She always arrived at their meeting place on time, and the fact that her girlfriend was 10 minutes late scared the shit out of her. Finally, Sam heard a soft, melodic voice approaching, and a weight lifted her off her heart. She cocked a brow when she saw that a black-and-blue guitar was slung round her girlfriend's neck.

"Hey," Sam smiled. "Why've you got your guitar?"

Ash didn't reply, just sat down with a wide smile on her lips. Taking a deep breath, she began to play. And a while later she began to sing.

"What time is it where you are,
I miss you more than anything,
I'm back at home, you feel so far,
Waiting for the phone to ring.
It's getting lonely, living upside down,
I don't even wanna be in this town,
Tryin' to figure out the time zones is making me crazy,

You say good morning,
When it's midnight,
Going outta my head,
Alone in this bed,
I wake up,
To your sunset,
It's driving me mad,
I miss you so bad and my
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged,
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged,
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged.
So jet-lagged.

What time is it where you are?
Five more days and I'll be home,
I keep your picture in my car,
I hate the thought of you alone.
I've been keeping busy all the time,
Just to try to keep you off my mind,
Trying to figure out the time zones is making me crazy,

You say good morning,
When it's midnight,
Going outta my head,
Alone in this bed.
I wake up,
To your sunset,
And it's driving me bad,
I miss you so bad and my
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged,
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged,
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged,
So-jet lagged.

I miss you so bad,
I miss you so bad,
I miss you so bad,
I miss you so bad,
I miss you so bad,
I wanna share your horizon,
I miss you so bad,
And see the same sun rising,
I miss you bad,
And turn the hour hand back to when you were holding me.

You say good morning,
When it's midnight,
Going outta my head,
Alone in this bed.
I wake up,
To your sunset,
And driving me mad,
I miss when you say good morning,
But it's midnight,
Going outta my head,
Alone in this bed,
I wake up to your sunset,
And it's driving me mad,
I miss you so bad and my
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged,
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged,
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged,
So jet-lagged.
So jet-lagged."

Tears formed in Sam's eyes as the younger girl finished, looking up and meeting blue eyes with chocolate brown.

"You like it?"

"Ash, lemme say something. You're shit at guitar but you sing like a fuckin' angel." Sam laughed softly as she pulled the younger girl up, softly connecting their lips before Ash pulled away.

"Have you forgotten what day it is?"

"Um... Thursday?"

"No, it's Valentine's Day, you dumbass."

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It ain't MCR but dear god it's cute. It was cute to write, too. Okay, just some history/detail:

Sam and I are dating
Sam dedicated "Jet Lag" by Simple Plan to me
I dedicated "If These Sheets Were States" by All Time Low to her
We're fluffy as fuck
I can actually see this happening
I am actually shit at guitar.

So yeah.

-Ash